Harboring Feelings >> Becstin

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(a/n: yes i updated at 5 am. come at me, bro.)

Becky's POV

Right now, someone is taking their last breath, while on the other side of the world a baby is taking their first. At this very moment a child is blowing out their birthday cake candles, celebrating their annual event. Someone, somewhere, is opening an application to their desired college. Right at this second someone is meeting the love of their life. Right now someone is cramming in study time for a test for tomorrow. Right at this second someone is reading a fanfic on their phone or computer. At this very moment someone who was once told they are terminal for cancer has now been told they have beaten it. Right now, someone that has never had family; has been adopted. Right now, someone in this crazy, mixed up world has discovered a cure for an incurable disease. Right now someone is making a house a home by moving in. Right now someone who has put up their walls for years; finally opened their self up for someone else. All these things are possibly happening at this very moment. But, what am I doing? No, I'm not curing a disease, and I'm sure as hell not studying at the moment. No, none of that. I'm staring at a mysterious note in my locker. From who, you ask? From the secretive asshole that messes with my mind.

I know you want some answers, B. -A

Obviously I want answers, you dick. I just don't know where to find them.

I let out an annoyed grunt. Before I could crumple the paper and toss it in the back of my locker I check the backside for writing.

If it's answers you want just go back to the warehouse. I'll meet you there, Beck. -A

Well, finally! I mean have you read the last few chapters?

When do I go? Do I go now? I mean, what if I get caught?

It seems as if my feet have a mind of my own when I'm faced with the school doors. I mentally place the pros and cons out in my mind, but then I decide that if I wasn't meant to graduate then that's just the way it is. I exhale loudly before pushing the doors open.

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Austin's POV

Anxiety laced with worry flood through my body as the last bell rings. Becky's seat is still empty. I fidget with my pencil before it breaks in my hands.

I check the time.

She's 5 minutes late.

Where are you Becky?

After 10 agonizing minutes of class I sprint out of the room. I hear the warnings from the teacher behind me, but I ignore them as I run up and down the halls. Once I come to the conclusion that Becky is no longer in the school I punch the locker near me. The locker is extremely dented from my fist. I pull out my phone and use the tracker I inserted into her phone as a guide to lead me to where she is.

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I unbuckle my seatbelt and I rush out of my Range. I push on the brick and insert the code on the keypad. I run into the warehouse.

"Becky!" I shout. Cars pass by me as I continue to search for her.

"Beck-" I cut off my voice as I see Becky in a chair in the middle of HQ, but it's not that she's here that takes me by surprise. It's the fact that she's tied up and her mouth is muffled with a rag wrapped around her mouth.

"Becky?" I walk up to her. She screams loudly, but the rag muffles it. "Oh my God. Are you okay?" I ask her as I cup her face in my hands, she looks behind me and her eyes widen and she screams. She squirms in her seat.